We heard Mr. Eaton, of critical fame, give a lecture recently in which he stigmatized Boston as a "leg-show-town"; adding forthwith that so few good plays visit the city because the good plays always fall to fill their theatres. A none too subtle comment on the intellectuality of Boston.

The Copley manages to survive, and the new Boston Theatre Guild may succeed; but they are in some measure the accepted fixtures. It is harder for new plays and unknown companies to "break the ice; even "Mary Rose" was not over-whelmingly popular. It will be interesting to see the reception accorded "Liliom" or, when it comes, "The Circle". Perhaps after all it would be easier to devote all the larger theaters to the showing of moving pictures; certainly they are the only unqualified success at present!

Speaking of appreciation, the audience at the Wilbur on Monday night enjoyed themselves to the fullest extent. The pleasure of the actors at some of the misplaced guffaws cannot be vouched for, but the spirit of genial humour presided nevertheless. The Theatre Guild must be indulgent toward Boston; it has seen so many merry comedies of late that to laugh has become a habit.

Once, during Liliom's death-scene, the talkative woman behind us turned to her companion. "Well!" she said, "I certainly shouldn't care to see this gruesome thing again!" Neither should we, if we were to sit in front of her. Some things are more gruesome than deaths!